Holdcell

I’ve been frayed but I wasn't cut down. I just hung out in the wind listening for the sound. It hit me like thunder. It cracked my soul. When I unbound the twine I began my hold. I got a little gold shinning on top. I got a little silver chiming in my pocket. I'm in the HOLDCELL for rock. I cock it and I rock it like it’s doctrine. Take your place my child and focus on the path. Grip your ways of wild and throw them in the past. Don't forget everything you've done. The weight is hung on the shoulders of my son. It hit me like thunder, cracked my soul. When I unbound the twine I began my hold.